"He is a man of good birth and excellent education, endowed by nature with a phenomenal mathematical faculty. At the age of twenty-one he wrote A Treatise on the Binomial Theorem, which has had a European vogue. On the strength of it he won the mathematical chair at one of our smaller universities, and had, to all appearances, a most brilliant career before him.

But the man had hereditary tendencies of the most diabolical kind. A criminal strain ran in his blood, which, instead of being modified, was increased and rendered infinitely more dangerous by his extraordinary mental powers. Dark rumours gathered round him in the University town, and eventually he was compelled to resign his chair and come down to London..."
—Holmes, "The Final Problem"

"He is the organizer of half that is evil and of nearly all that is undetected in [London}. He is a genius, a philosopher, an abstract thinker. He has a brain of the first order."

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Professor Moriarty's Biography

"'Aye, there's the genius and the wonder of the thing!' he cried. 'The man pervades London, and no one has heard of him. That's what puts him on a pinnacle in the records of crime, I tell you, Watson, in all seriousness, that if I could beat that man, if I could free society of him, I should feel that my own career had reached its summit, and I should be prepared to turn to some more placid line in life. Between ourselves, the recent cases in which I have been of assistance to the Royal Family of Scandinavia and to the French Republic, have left me in such a position that I could continue to live in the quiet fashion which is most congenial to me, and to concentrate my attention upon my chemical researches. But I could not rest, Watson, I could not sit quiet in my chair, if I thought that such a man as Professor Moriarty were walking the streets of London unchallenged.'

'What has he done, then!' 'His career has been an extraordinary one. He is a man of good birth and excellent education, endowed by Nature with a phenomenal mathematical faculty. At the age of twenty-one he wrote a treatise upon the Binomial Theorem, which has had a European vogue. On the strength of it, he won the Mathematical Chair at one of our smaller universities, and had, to all appearance, a most brilliant career before him. But the man had hereditary tendencies of the most diabolical kind. A criminal strain ran in his blood, which, instead of being modified, was increased and rendered infinitely more dangerous by his extraordinary mental powers. Dark rumours gathered round him in the university town, and eventually he was compelled to resign his Chair and to come down to London, where he set up as an army coach. So much is known to the world, but what I am telling you now is what I have myself discovered.

' 'As you are aware, Watson, there is no one who knows the higher criminal world of London so well as I do. For years past I have continually been conscious of some power behind the malefactor, some deep organizing power which forever stands in the way of the law, and throws its shield over the wrongdoer. Again and again in cases of the most varying sorts - forgery cases, robberies, murders - I have felt the presence of this force, and I have deduced its action in many of those undiscovered crimes in which I have not been personally consulted. For years I have endeavored to break through the veil which shrouded it, and at last the time came when I seized my thread and followed it, until it lead me, after a thousand cunning windings, to ex-Professor Moriarty of mathematical celebrity.

' 'He is the Napoleon of crime, Watson. He is the organizer of half that is evil and of nearly all that is undetected in this great city. He is a genius, a philosopher, an abstract thinker. He has a brain of the first order. He sits motionless, like a spider in the center of his web, but that web has a thousand radiations, and he knows well every quiver of each of them. He does little himself. He only plans. But his agents are numerous and splendidly organized. Is there a crime to be done, a paper to be abstracted, we will say, a house to be rifled, a man to be removed - the work is passed to the Professor, the matter is organized and carried out. The agent may be caught. In that case money is found for his bail or his defense. But the central power which uses the agent is never caught - never so much as suspected. This was the organization which I deduced, Watson, and which I devoted my whole energy to exposing and breaking up.

' '...My nerves are fairly proof, Watson, but I must confess to start when I saw the very man who had been so much in my thoughts standing there on my threshold. His appearance was quite familiar to me. He is extremely tall and thin, his forehead domes out in a white curve, and his two eyes are deeply sunken in his head. He is clean-shaven, pale and ascetic-looking, retaining something of the professor in his features. His shoulders are rounded from much study, and his face protrudes forward, and is forever slowly oscillating from side to side in a curiously reptilian fashion. He peered at me with great curiosity in his puckered eyes.'"

From the ``Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes'' by Arthur Conan Doyle.
The arch-nemesis of Sherlock Holmes, who ruled the London underworld in the late 19th century, before (apparently) meeting his death at the Reichenbach Falls at the hands of the great detective. An extremely intelligent man of good birth, Moriarty was a Professor of Mathematics, writing a treatise on the binomial theorem (The Final Problem), lecturing about eclipses, and becoming the celebrated author of "The Dynamics of An Asteroid", a book so advanced that "no man in the scientific press is able to criticize it". He left his University Chair to become an army coach, and then went to London. At first, in a manner similar to Holmes being a consulting detective, Moriarty was a consulting criminal, in one instance aiding a crime syndicate from America to track down "Birdy Edwards" (The Valley of Fear). Later he set up his own criminal syndicate, with Colonel Sebastian Moran as his right hand. In 1891, when Holmes disrupted his criminal activities, he pursued the detective across Europe to the aforementioned Falls in Switzerland, where the two fought and Moriarty fell to his death (perhaps).

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[bites at lip ring] It seems my 'skills' are not to par. The 'patsies' refuse to give me their money. [gazes up at the man through onyx eyes] That is why I decided to ask you. You seem to be well off. [reaches into knapsack]

Bored as usual, Livia spots a man that dislikes her, or maybe would like her if she was trapped in a cage, and decides to have a bit of fun. Grabbing a broken branch, the slayer moves towards the vampire elder and pokes him. Just once.

Mackenzie strolls up, garbed in a simple green sundress that falls to her knees, the heels of her Couture ‘leprechaun’ stilettos clacking on the ground beneath her. A basket in one hand and a bottle of Jameson in the other, she grins impishly and lifts her liquored hand to tip her green top hat before speaking in her thick Irish brogue. “Bloody good day, this one is. Happy Saint Patricks, drink up!” With that, she sets the basket down and pulls out a matching green top hat akin to her own and plops it on your head before walking off again, weaving about.

*Mackenzie strolled up, a smirk on her face as she approached. She didn't stop nor hesitate until she was a mere inch from the elder whom she had been adoring from afar.* "Well, professor... being a married woman, I wouldn't normally take part in such things as this, but I have enjoyed your antics for some time now and I feel you are highly deserving." *With that, she eliminated the last of the space between them as her lips met his in a fiery, passionate, and very zealous kiss that she held for minutes on end. Breaking free, she grinned and winked at him.* "I knew it would be worth it."